Dog had thought about this day. As much or more than anything he had ever thought about -- which is saying a lot for a man that wasn't that smart before he was Embraced by a Savage.
Dog rolled down the window and let it blow in his face.
"You know, I saw... that Brady lady. And the one that got statue-fied," he said defensively, "A long time before shit went down."
He finished his cigarette and flipped it out of the window, watching the wind scatter the cherry into little points of light. It was nice to have someone just be up front and say their shit and ask their questions to your face.
"They hired me," Dog said. "Found me in a little pissant town in Baja and told me all I had to do was go find stuff out." He shifted uncomfortably. "Go around and ask questions about who was who, and where was what."